What is....that never should be....

[Spike Kane]

”Blood of my blood
Skin of my skin
A normal human being.

Solder and wires
Circuitry
Far from...
Human being....”

Oh poor Alex seems to be a bit angry! How do I know he';s angry? Because he's getting himself all mixed up and stumbling over things. Getting things wrong and contradicting himself.

It's funny watching you squirm like a little b!tch.

You don't get anything out of beating me? Alex, all you have ever done ever since we first met is brag about who you have beaten. All you ever do to try and put yourself over someone else is to claim you have beaten far more people than them, far more people of import anyway. From the likes of Venom and Charlie Velez, to the likes of Angel and myself.

Yes you've beaten me, and it doesn't bother me. Anybody can beat anybody, on any given day. All you need to do is make one mistake at this level of competition and your opponent will tear you apart. If they don't, then they are just a complete idiot and do not deserve to be here. Nice guys finish last Alex....which should show you right to your face.

You are not a nice guy.

You never have been a nice guy Alex, because all that matters is numero uno. As long as Alex Jones ego is fed then the rest of us can all get screwed, but if somehow helping us out will also feed your ego, then you are all for it. Ah yes, we finally get down to it don't we....the reason your nose was in my business to begin with. Who can stop the almighty God of Xtreme? Who could possibly stand up to the destructive force of an nCw Hall of Famer?

Of course, Alex Jones is here to save the day! He will stand up to the horror that is the eldest Kane sibling. He will stop the monster....wait, if you wanted to stop a monster....why is Lex Sense strolling around? Why is Angel being the massive douche that he always was and trying to steal everyone's thunder? If you wanted to stop a brutal force you'd stop them, wouldn't you?

Or did you think I was an easy victory? A quick pick to fling yourself towards Xander and the world title? Negative, you f*cking idiot. You need to understand Alex, that you aren't doing anything to help me. You need to get it through your thick skull, because if you don't it will be the end of you Alex. I don't particulay have a problem with ending you, in fact it would make my day to do so in the same match that I have to hang up the boots once and for all, to drag someone with me?

Sweet, sweet Justice.

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The rain pours through the sky as we open up on an overcast sky, the grey crowds looking more and more threatening as the camera pans over. It's not quite night time but we're closing in on it. The scene is the orphanage mentioned so many times in the history of Spike Kane. This time though, it's different. The building itself doesn't look old like it used to, or grim either, it's a modernised building with some life in it. We see a four by four pick up truck pull up outside the building and two men climb out, the driver is Brad Kane and the passenger is our hero, Spike Kane. Spike is looking up at the building and is clearly confused.

" I told you we were going to show you how things are now......the things you have changed.”

Spike doesn't seem to understand and looks confused at his brother.

" What are you talking about Brad? And why the hell are we here? We don't ever need to be here.....”

Brad pats his brother on the shoulder and simply goads him towards the entrance of the building. The sign next to the door reads “Kane Orphanage for Children” which seems to confused Spike even more as they open the door. The lights are on inside but dim, clearly it is late enough for the children to be in bed now.

" This place is still an orphanage?”

" There aren't that many left this side of the pond, but this place has a good track record of good kids coming through it and it has a high foster rate too”

Spike shakes his head with disbelief as he walks through the door and to the reception desk. Brad presses the little bell and a portly old lady comes shuffling out of the small office, looking down her nose through her glasses clearly pre-occupied.

“Can I help you?”

" Yeah. We're just popping in to check on the place, how things are running”

The woman nods her head, not really taking in what had been said. She was clearly used to people coming into the building late at night, probably for pranks.

“I'm sure you are dear, and what would your na-”

She cuts herself off as she looks up and spots the Kane brothers looking at her. Brad is grinning like an idiot, but Spike is just completely oblivious to what is going on here.

“Mr Kane....it's....such an honour to see you!”

Spike nods his head in the direction of Brad and pulls a face, rolling his eyes as he does so. Obviously thinking that the woman is talking about Brad.

“No...you sir, it's a pleasure.”

Spike looks confused at the woman who nods to a huge picture behind him that was obscured from the entrance view. It is a large painted picture of Spike Kane dressed smartly with a handful of kids around him, sitting on his knee, standing on his shoulder or sitting near him. Spike's jaw literally hits the floor. Spike doesn't seem able to take it in as he glares at the picture. The woman hands Brad a key card and he drags Spike away and uses the card to get through the security door before the scene fades away on the slam of the door closing.

~~~

“Take my body
Release me from this cage”

I've fought this Alex, with every motherf*cking bone in my body. You think just because it isn't broadcast on television that it isn't happening? Come on Alex, it's not like you pay attention anyway even if it was...

Oh what’s that? You do pay attention?

THEN YOU SHOULD KNOW THAT RILEY HAS ALL THE EVIDENCE HE NEEDS, JACKASS!

I've been keeping a diary for long enough that he had evidence into my thought processes, he had it in writing, in literal writing. How can you expect me to believe that you care about me when you don't even know that? The entire world knows it, everyone in the back knows it....except for you of course. They have evidence that I myself have provided, and you have no idea how much I'm kicking myself for that, but my lawyers have been a bit busy you see, they've been fighting a custody case for me.

But you knew that because you care, right?

Yeah right....you don't give a crap about me Alex. You don't care about Michael Kane, you only care about the legacy of Spike Kane and how much of that legacy you can leech off of. I'm not an idiot Alex, and I'm not blind either. I've worked my entire adult life in this business and I know how to spot people like you. I know how to spot someone just trying to use you to make a name for themselves, to steal your glimmer of limelight. Well feel free Alex, try your damnedest to take it from me, because I can honestly tell you right now that there is no limelight shining on me.

I've had my moment in the spotlight here in nCw and I tell you something Alex, people gave a sh*t back then. When I stood at the top of the mountain everybody looked up to me, everybody wanted to be in that ring with me, they wanted the rub.....they felt like a match with me would help make them. They wanted to be a part of my Empire, or fight against it with No Warning Shot because it would give them air time, it would give them exposure. It would give them the chance to shine, and guess what Alex? I was good at it.....I was great at bringing talent up through the roster and giving them the chance to showcase their abilities...

Joe Everyman...

Mark Evil...

Brad Kane....

I've had great matches with people who most of the world didn't care about, but afterwards they did. You though? You are the other end of the spectrum. You already tried to get to the top of the mountain your own way, you've had great matches and feuds here in nCw and NOW you turn to me? Now you want to go? What's wrong Alex? You worried that Xander would school you if you tried to challenge for the World title?

Or do you just not believe you deserve it?

Self doubt can be a killer kid, trust me I know. But you shouldn't be so obvious about it Alex, because nasty people like me can sense these kinds of things, and we latch onto them. You honestly think you can challenge me in the Dragon's Den if you can't even challenge for the World Title.
I am a master at breaking people Alex, you've seen it through the years. Since coming to nCw I've had to tone things down a little, because things were just a little too far fetched for the network and they didn't like the insane amounts of violence spewing onto their tv week in week out, but our patch is on pay per view Alex.....and it is my last match.

I need to go out with a bang,

So I plan on doing exactly that Alex, if it costs your career, then so be it. I'm going to show the world what they are going to miss. I'm going to show them the pure undiluted God of Xtreme, and break everything I possibly can, use my structure to any advantage possible and bring down upon you the wrath of a God that has been snubbed. I won't just smite you Alex, I will punish you, I will put you through hell just to have my hand raised at the end of that match.

It will be raised, and you will all hail.

Finally.....

you will all...

…...hail.

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Brad brought me here to show me something. So far I've been walking around this place which I apparently fund and just seeing all the good work these people do. I don't see the correlation to be honest. I'm not a good guy, I'm not even a nice guy.

A fact Alex has made pretty well known, you know, just in case people are too self absorbed to give a flying crap about other people.....yeah, nCw all over, this business all over....

I open the door to the basement and feel the cold steel handle on my hand, something I never thought I'd feel again. My mind is awash of memories flooding through my brain, memories that I don't particularly won't to remember, but they are there.....always. I start to head down the steps and remember the noise of all my brothers walking down here to punch each others faces in....not for pleasure of course, we never had a choice, there was no chance to half self thought. You did what Conrad wanted you to do, or else.

The room hasn't been changed, and it sends a wave of fear and rage through my body. I know it shouldn't do, I should be able to rise above it, but I can't there's just something there that sticks in my mind and all I can think about is what that bastard did to me. What he did to my friends, and how I never want it to happen to anyone else, ever. Be it my own kids, or somebody else's it isn't right and nobody should have to go through it.

When I get to the bottom of the stairs I see the old blood stains, I see the old equipment that we had to use to train. Heh....train, if that’s what you could call it. I'd call it torture to be honest, forcing kids to do stuff that even grown men struggle to do. Even to this day I sometimes put off training because of the memories it drags up. I often find I push myself too much sometimes too, because I can still here him shouting....

“In your head...”

Brad had followed me down and honest to god scared the sh*t out of me. I rounded on him and cocked my head, wondering how in the bloody hell he could read my thoughts.

“I've been trying to tell you Mike. It's all in your head”

I watched him gesture towards the pit that we had to fight in, a small dug out square in the middle of the room, still bloodied and still dirty. I moved to the edge and saw a plaque drilled into the floor and it made my head go funny.

'To the memory of Conrad Jones Kane.
May no child ever be treated the way he treated others.
This room remains as a reminder of the horrors he unleashed on all.
Even his own children.
-Laid the day Michael Kane purchased this Orphanage to expunge the memory, may it lay untouched.'

I fell to my knees and a noise slipped out of my mouth, it was half a cry, half laughter of disbelief. I couldn't accept these words, they didn't seem like my own. Brad was there with his hand on my shoulder. He showed my the pictures that had been dropped into the pit, pictures of us at a funeral, at Conrad's funeral, and a picture of his tombstone. Had he really been dead all this time?

“He's faked his death before Brad....”

I tried to choke it out as the sobs started to take over, but Brad just shook his head and placed his hand on my shoulder letting it all sink in. I could feel the worst headache I'd ever had coming on, the pressure, the realisation it all caused so much confusion, I just didn't know.....

“It was in my head all this time?”

Brad nodded, obviously doing a good job at keeping his own emotions in check. Seeing me like this can't have been easy for him.

“So....Riley Griffiths was right to do what he did.......I'm.....I'm crazy....”

“You're not crazy Mike, you can get better. You were tortured as a kid by a sick ass-hole who warped you physically and mentally. You broke, anybody would have it just took a long time. He's been dead for years and you blacked it out, you didn't accept it and made your own reality......you have to stop wrestling, because if you don't you're going to kill someone.....or kill yourself.”

I stood up, I still wasn't sure what to do or say. The revelation was too much for me too accept, I needed time to think, time to work things out.

“I'm still going through with my match. I owe it to Alex.....oh my god....Alex......what the hell have I done?”

I started to panic, I'd hurt my friend. I'd put him through physical pain and said hurtful things to him just to get the advantage, just to put him off target so that I could cut him down and be the victor. It's not the way I should have done things.....and I feel the biggest weight of guilt in my gut.....I need to make it right, but, it's too late....the Den is calling us.

What do I do?

~Fin~

The Legacy of Spike Kane
October 1996 – December 2011

“Keep your soul
That's control”